Day 69: Never Have I Ever... Had a Guy Ask For My Digits

I've never been that girl who's asked for her phone number by a guy at a bar or party. It's just never happened. Maybe it's because I've virtually always been in a relationship or maybe guys are just simply not interested.

Never have I ever had a guy ask for my phone number... but I gave mine to a really hot guy once.

I was probably 18 or 19 and it was at an Applebee's. I had gone there with three kids that I babysat for during my first few years of college, and the guy who greeted us at the door was super cute. He was tall, tan, and kind of shy, but had a nice smile.

One of the kids realized she lost her bracelet somewhere between the car and sitting down at the booth so, seeing an opportunity, I took her by the hand to the front of the restaurant and asked the cute guy if he had seen it. He hadn't, but we made small talk for a few minutes before I went back to the table.

But I couldn't get the cute guy out of my head, so I ripped off a corner of the paper tablecloth put there for the children, and wrote my name and number on it with a crayon.

I don't know what possessed me to boldly give my number to this guy who I knew absolutely nothing about other than he was cute and worked at Applebee's. Normal people would probably have just gone back there an unhealthy number of times under the guise of suddenly developing a daily craving for Applebee's in the hopes of seeing the guy again, but apparently I was in a confident state of mind, for I pressed the piece of paper in his hand and waltzed away with an over-the-shoulder smile on my way out.

Less than an hour later, as I was driving home from the kids' house, I got a phone call from an unrecognized number. I answered the phone and heard a quiet “hello” from a guy who said he was Jeff from Applebee’s.

“How are you?” I said, surprised that he was calling me so soon. I had thought he would have at least waited a day or so but that was OK, I guess.

The conversation that followed was one of the strangest conversations that I have ever had. Among other bizarre things, I learned that the guy enjoyed doing “nothing, really,” in his spare time just “hung out in his room,” and preferred to be alone.

“Oh, OK, well, I’m where I was heading, so I’ll talk to you later,” I said, knowing I never wanted to talk to this weirdo again.

I guess I learned my lesson, as giving my number out to a guy I just met was a one-time thing. Thankfully.